It Happened To Santa
An Elf was mad at Santa; he fed all the Reindeer Exlax
What I’m about to tell you now, is really just the facts
When Santa went for his test run, runs he did get
He wanted to wipe his face, he needed something wet
When Santa blew his horn, a Reindeer also blew
What’s now on his face, is usually on his shoe
Now his cheeks aren't so rosy and his white beard is brown
He couldn’t make them stop; Santa almost drown
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